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Baba Yaga, Baba Yaga!
I search for you in the birch forest.
I journey to your house
That stands on chicken feet,
At the edge of the underworld.
Teach me the ways of the Crone.
The ways of releasing and drawing,
The ways of living and dying.
The ways of strength and yielding.
You are the wild woman,
You are untamed and unapologetic.
Teach me your ways,
I am ready to learn
I stand before your hut,
And bravely face the door.
Within lies your oven,
Of death and rebirth.
I agree to burn away
All that is a burden.
Burn away in your oven
Of death and rebirth.
My spirit is reborn.
My wild heart beats.
We rise above the forest
In your chariot that is a mortar.
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